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richness and growth； and a gleam of a beauty beyond that of mortal summers that flicker and pass
upon this Middle…earth。 All the children born or begotten in that year； and there were many； were
fair to see and strong； and most of them had a rich golden hair that had before been rare among
hobbits。 The fruit was so plentiful that young hobbits very nearly bathed in strawberries and cream；
and later they sat on the lawns under the plum…trees and ate； until they had made piles of stones like
small pyramids or the heaped skulls of a conqueror； and then they moved on。 And no one was ill；
and everyone was pleased。 except those who had to mow the grass。
In the Southfarthing the vines were laden； and the yield of 'leaf' was astonishing； and
everywhere there was so much corn that at Harvest every barn was stuffed。 'The Northfarthing
barley was so fine that the beer of 1420 malt was long remembered and became a byword。 Indeed a
generation later one might hear an old gaffer in an inn； after a good pint of well…earned ale； put
down his mug with a sigh： 'Ah！ that was proper fourteen…twenty； that was！'
Sam stayed at first at the Cottons' with Frodo； but when the New Row was ready he went with
the Gaffer。 In addition to all his other labours he was busy directing the cleaning up and restoring
of Bag End； but he was often away in the Shire on his forestry work。 So he was not at home in
early March and did not know that Frodo had been ill。 On the thirteenth of that month Farmer
Cotton found Frodo lying on his bed； he was clutching a white gem that hung on a chain about his
neck and he seemed half in a dream。
'It is gone for ever；' he said； 'and now all is dark and empty。'
But the fit passed； and when Sam got back on the twenty…fifth； Frodo had recovered； and he said
nothing about himself。 In the meanwhile Bag End had been set in order； and Merry and Pippin
came over from Crickhollow bringing back all the old furniture and gear； so that the old hole soon
looked very much as it always had done。
When all was at last ready Frodo said： 'When are you going to move in and join me； Sam？'
Sam looked a bit awkward。
'There is no need to e yet； if you don't want to；' said Frodo。 'But you know the Gaffer is
close at hand； and he will be very well looked after by Widow Rumble。'
It s not that； Mr。 Frodo； said Sam； and he went very red。
'Well； what is it？'
'It's Rosie； Rose Cotton；' said Sam。 'It seems she didn't like my going abroad at all； poor lass； but
as I hadn't spoken； she couldn't say so。 And I didn't speak； because I had a job to do first。 But now I
have spoken； and she says： 〃Well； you've wasted a year； so why wait longer？〃 〃Wasted？〃 I says。 〃I
wouldn't call it that。〃 Still I see what she means。 I feel torn in two； as you might say。'
'I see；' said Frodo： 'you want to get married； and yet you want to live with me in Bag End too？
But my dear Sam； how easy！ Get married as soon as you can； and then move in with Rosie。 There's
room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for。'
And so it was settled。 Sam Gamgee married Rose Cotton in the Spring of 1420 （which was also
famous for its weddings）； and they came and lived at Bag End。 And if Sam thought himself lucky；
Frodo knew that he was more lucky himself； for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked
after with such care。 When the labours of repair had all been planned and set going he took to a
quiet life； writing a great deal and going through all his notes。 He resigned the office of Deputy
Mayor at the Free Fair that mid…summer； and dear old Will Whitfoot had another seven years of
presiding at Banquets。
Merry and Pippin lived together for some time at Crickhollow； and there was much ing and
going between Buckland and Bag End。 The two young Travellers cut a great dash in the Shire with
their songs and their tales and their finery； and their wonderful parties。 'Lordly' folk called them；
meaning nothing but good； for it warmed all hearts to see them go riding by with their mail…shirts
so bright and their shields so splendid； laughing and singing songs of far away； and if they were
now large and magnificent； they were unchanged otherwise； unless they were indeed more
fairspoken and more jovial and full of merriment than ever before。
Frodo and Sam； however； went back to ordinary attire； except that when there was need they
both wore long grey cloaks； finely woven and clasped at the throat with beautiful brooches； and Mr。
Frodo wore always a white jewel on a chain that he often would finger。
All things now went well； with hope always of being still better； and Sam was as busy and
as full of delight as even a hobbit could wish。 Nothing for him marred that whole year； except for
some vague anxiety about his master。 Frodo dropped quietly out of all the doings of the Shire； and
Sam was pained to notice how little honour he had in his own country。 Few people knew or wanted
to know about his deeds and adventures； their admiration and respect were given mostly to Mr。
Meriadoc and Mr。 Peregrin and （if Sam had known it） to himself。 Also in the autumn there
appeared a shadow of old troubles。
One evening Sam came into the study and found his master looking very strange。 He was very
pale and his eyes seemed to see things far away。
'What's the matter； Mr。 Frodo？' said Sam。
'I am wounded；' he answered； 'wounded； it will never really heal。'
But then he got up； and the turn seemed to pass； and he was quite himself the next day。 It was
not until afterwards that Sam recalled that the date was October the sixth。 Two years before on that
day it was dark in the dell under Weathertop。
Time went on； and 1421 came in。 Frodo was ill again in March； but with a great effort he
concealed it； for Sam had other things to think about。 The first of Sam and Rosie's children was
born on the twenty…fifth of March； a date that Sam noted。
'Well； Mr。 Frodo；' he said。 'I'm in a bit of a fix。 Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo； with
your leave； but it's not _him_； it's _her_。 Though as pretty a maidchild as any one could hope for；
taking after Rose more than me； luckily。 So we don't know what to do。'
'Well； Sam；' said Frodo； 'what's wrong with the old customs？ Choose a flower name like Rose。
Half the maidchildren in the Shire are called by such names； and what could be better？'
'I suppose you're right； Mr。 Frodo；' said Sam。 'I've heard some beautiful names on my travels；
but I suppose they're a bit too grand for daily wear and tear； as you might say。 The Gaffer； he says：
〃Make it short； and then you won't have to cut it short before you can use it。〃 But if it's to be a
flower…name； then I don't trouble about the length： it must be a beautiful flower； because； you see； I
think she is very beautiful； and is going to be beautifuller still。'
Frodo thought for a moment。 'Well； Sam； what about _elanor_； the sun…star； you remember the
little golden flower in the grass of Lothlórien？'
'You're right again； Mr。 Frodo！' said Sam delighted。 'That's what I wanted。'
Little Elanor was nearly six months old； and 1421 had passed to its autumn； when Frodo called
Sam into the study。
'It will be Bilbo's Birthday on Thursday； Sam；' he said。 'And he will pass the Old Took。 He will
be a hundred and thirty…one！'
'So he will！' said Sam。 'He's a marvel！'
'Well； Sam；' said Frodo。 'I want you to see Rose and find out if she can spare you； so that you
and I can go off together。 You can't go far or for a long time now； of course；' he said a little
wistfully。
'Well； not very well； Mr。 Frodo。'
'Of course not。 But never mind。 You can see me on my way。 Tell Rose that you won't be away
very long； not more than a fortnight； and you'll e back quite safe。'
'I wish I could go all the way with you to Rivendell； Mr。 Frodo； and see Mr。 Bilbo；' said Sam。
'And yet the only place I really want to be in is here。 I am that torn in two。'
'Poor Sam！ It will feel like that； I am afraid；' said Frodo。 'But you will be healed。 You were
meant to be solid and whole； and you will be。'
In the next day or two Frodo went through his papers and his writings with Sam； and he handed
over his keys。 There was a big book with plain red leather covers； its tall pages were now almost
filled。 At the beginning there were many leaves covered with Bilbo's thin wandering hand； but most
of it was written in Frodo's firm flowing script。 It was divided into chapters but Chapter 80 was
unfinished； and after that were some blank leaves。 The title page had many titles on it； crossed out
one after another； so：
_My Diary。 My Unexpected Journey。 There and Back Again。 And What Happened After。_
_Adventures of Five Hobbits。 The Tale of the Great Ring； piled by Bilbo Baggins from his own
observations and the accounts of his friends。 What we did in the War of the Ring。_
Here Bilbo's hand ended and Frodo had written：
THE DOWNFALL
OF THE
LORD OF THE RINGS
AND THE
RETURN OF THE KING
（as seen by the Little People； being the memoirs of Bilbo and Frodo of the Shire； supplemented by
the accounts of their friends and the learning of the Wise。）
Together with extracts from Books of Lore translated by Bilbo in Rivendell。
'Why； you have nearly finished it； Mr。 Frodo！' Sam exclaimed。 'Well； you have kept at it； I must
say。'
'I have quite finished； Sam；' said Frodo。 'The last pages are for you。'
On September the twenty…first they set out together； Frodo on the pony that had borne him all
the way from Minas Tirith； and was now called Strider； and Sam on his beloved Bill。 It was a fair
golden morning； and Sam did not ask where they were going： he thought he could guess。
They took the Stock Road over the hills and went towards the Woody End； and they let their
ponies walk at their leisure。 They camped in the Green Hills； and on September the twenty…second
they rode gently down into the beginning of the trees as afternoon was wearing away。
'If that isn't the very tree you hid behind when the Black Rider first showed up； Mr。 Frodo！' said
Sam pointing to the left。 'It seems like a dream now。'
It was evening； and the stars were glimmering in the eastern sky as they passed the ruined oak
and turned and went on down the hill between the hazel…thickets。 Sam was silent； deep in his
memories。 Presently he became aware that Frodo was singing softly to himself； singing the old
walking…song； but the words were not quite the same。
_Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate；
And though I oft have passed them by；
A day will e at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon； East of the Sun。_
And as if in answer； from down below； ing up the road out of the valley； voices sang：
_A！ Elbereth Gilthoniel！
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath；
Gilthoniel； A！ Elbereth！
We still remember； we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The starlight on the Western Seas。_
Frodo and Sam halted and sat silent in the soft shadows； until they saw a shimmer as the
travellers came towards them。
There was Gildor and many fair Elven folk； and there to Sam's wonder rode Elrond and
Galadriel。 Elrond wore a mantle of grey and had a star upon his forehead； and a silver harp was in
his hand； and upon his finger was a ring of gold with a great blue stone； Vilya； mightiest of the
Three。 But Galadriel sat upon a white palfrey and was robed all in glimmering white； like clouds
about the Moon； for she herself seemed to shine with a soft light。 On her finger was Nenya； the ring
wrought of _mithril_； that bore a single white stone flickering like a frosty star。 Riding slowly
behind on a small grey pony； and seeming to nod in his sleep； was Bilbo himself。
Elrond greeted them gravely and graciously； and Galadriel smiled upon them。 'Well； Master
Samwise；' she said。 'I hear and see that you have used my gift well。 The Shire shall now be more
than ever blessed and beloved。' Sam bowed； but found nothing to say。 He had forgotten how
beautiful the Lady was。
Then Bilbo woke up and opened his eyes。 'Hullo； Frodo！' he said。 'Well； I have passed the Old
Took today！ So that's settled。 And now I think I am quite ready to go on another journey。 Are you
ing？'
'Yes； I am ing；' said Frodo。 'The Ring…bearers should go together。'
'Where are you going； Master？' cried Sam； though at last he understood what was happening。
'To the Havens； Sam；' said Frodo。
'And I can't e。'
'No； Sam。 Not yet anyway； not further than the Havens。 Though you too were a Ring…bearer； if
only for a little while。 Your time may e。 Do not be too sad； Sam。 You cannot be always torn in
two。 You will have to be one and whole； for many years。 You have so much to enjoy and to be； and
to do。'
'But；' said Sam； and tears started in his eyes； 'I thought you were going to